Effing up the Ineffable, and: Composition Effing up the Ineffable We're always effing up the ineffable.We approach it stealthily, holding outa tender proboscis of words—and then the petals clench together,the nectar out of reach. Or we wake in the morning to find it strewnacross our bodies as simply as sunlight,and we try to grasp it, hold it close,but it fades to memory in our clutch,and then memory evaporates like a dream.